書寫不僅是文字，它是流動的藝術。
書寫，剛開始是為了提高紀錄速度和防止墨水從鋼筆或鵝毛筆尖漏出而弄髒書寫紙，於是琢磨出一套文字間筆畫連貫的寫法，這樣一來，不僅強化書寫的功能，更賦予書寫者得以就著情緒與情感起伏，構築字裡行間峯峯相連的氣候，可以時而磅礡如夸父追日，亦可忽而轉調，若有所思地似雪國無盡的隧道。而當每一個單字都能被注入了各種表現的可能性，人結合文字書寫，流動的藝術於焉形成，透過筆跡來辯識寄信人並如實感受那一筆一畫間傳遞出的溫情。
書寫字形的抑揚頓挫，實際上是透過大腦特輸神經系統，把不同符號序列轉換圍能夠進行書寫的運動指令來完成。每當我靜靜一個人書寫時，童年時代祖母那耐心地手把手教我寫字的情形就會浮現眼前，如今看到祖母的書寫手稿，彷彿看到她和藹的面孔，慈祥的聲音，和手鐲在風中輕脆的叮噹聲，那是一段人生中美好的記憶。因為書寫，彷彿祖母和童年都不曾遠離。
Friday, June 24, 2011
Four in the morning
The hour from night to day
The hour from side to side
The hour for those past thirty
The hour swept clean to the crowing of cocks
The hour when erath betrays us.
The hour when wind blows from extingusihed stars.
The hour of and-what-if-nothing remains-after us.
The hollow hour
Blank, empty
The very pit of all other hours
No one feels good at four in the morning
If ants feel good at four in the morning-three cheers for the ants.
And let five o'clock come if we're to go on living.
The hour from side to side
The hour for those past thirty
The hour swept clean to the crowing of cocks
The hour when erath betrays us.
The hour when wind blows from extingusihed stars.
The hour of and-what-if-nothing remains-after us.
The hollow hour
Blank, empty
The very pit of all other hours
No one feels good at four in the morning
If ants feel good at four in the morning-three cheers for the ants.
And let five o'clock come if we're to go on living.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Thousands of rubber duck expected to land on the coast of New England
Thousands of rubber duck expected to land on the coast of New England.The ducks fell overboard from a container ship from China to Seattle during a storm in 1992. They floated along the Alaskan coast, reaching the Bering Strait in 1995. Once they were trapped by slow moving ice and they broke through it in three years. According to oceanographers, those ducks have traveled for thirty-two thousands miles.
During their long voyage through three oceans, scientists have tracked their progress - and say it has taught them valuable lessons about surface currents.
They finally landed the coast of New England in 2003.
Little Black was a homeless dog.He lived around my neighborhood. He came to our house during mealtime for food. We got used to him as a family member. Later, he started to leave home in the early morning and back at late night. Then he was gone a week. Once he left and got hurt back after a month. I started to worry about him, and then one day, he disappeared.
I should set up a mini camera on his neck to follow his adventure. What kind of sensory in his eyes? What is the call of the wild to attract him leaving us? Was it a solitary journey or free happiness?
During their long voyage through three oceans, scientists have tracked their progress - and say it has taught them valuable lessons about surface currents.
They finally landed the coast of New England in 2003.
Little Black was a homeless dog.He lived around my neighborhood. He came to our house during mealtime for food. We got used to him as a family member. Later, he started to leave home in the early morning and back at late night. Then he was gone a week. Once he left and got hurt back after a month. I started to worry about him, and then one day, he disappeared.
I should set up a mini camera on his neck to follow his adventure. What kind of sensory in his eyes? What is the call of the wild to attract him leaving us? Was it a solitary journey or free happiness?
homework for Fractured Narratives
#1
Can I open these boxes? I asked
Are you sure you want to open it?
It’s dark and empty inside. The black one answered
If you touch me, I would fly away.
Please stay away from me and just watch my beautiful dressing. The feather and colorful one said
I feel so tired with this heavy color, even though this little shining points on my body the brown with golden sparkle said
The white one kept silent. She watched me as I looked at her.
The silence made me feel safe and relax.
I smiled at her.
#2
樂 Joy + 園 Garden= 樂 園 Paradise
I am a word. She is also a word.
After meeting each other, we compose a different word called wedding.
There are different sentences in the world, and every sentence has different function.
We learn in “school” sentence, make money in “work” sentence….
One page is a day.
Every morning, we wake up from the first sentence of a new page, and head to bed in the last sentence of the page.
Pages after pages, we find out there is a bigger section than sentences, called paragraph.
#3
I’m sitting on a chair in a long hall
Watching people coming and leaving
Some left words and rushed to their way
Some sat for a while
I got closer to them slowly / TOO CLOSE / they walked away
I sat there, watching the light in the other side of hall
When it turns dark, I listen the music in my heart
I heard a voice, reading my words
Those words came from darkness,
I see the smile on their faces
They are dancing in the music
Enjoy the different view in the silent world.
Can I open these boxes? I asked
Are you sure you want to open it?
It’s dark and empty inside. The black one answered
If you touch me, I would fly away.
Please stay away from me and just watch my beautiful dressing. The feather and colorful one said
I feel so tired with this heavy color, even though this little shining points on my body the brown with golden sparkle said
The white one kept silent. She watched me as I looked at her.
The silence made me feel safe and relax.
I smiled at her.
#2
樂 Joy + 園 Garden= 樂 園 Paradise
I am a word. She is also a word.
After meeting each other, we compose a different word called wedding.
There are different sentences in the world, and every sentence has different function.
We learn in “school” sentence, make money in “work” sentence….
One page is a day.
Every morning, we wake up from the first sentence of a new page, and head to bed in the last sentence of the page.
Pages after pages, we find out there is a bigger section than sentences, called paragraph.
#3
I’m sitting on a chair in a long hall
Watching people coming and leaving
Some left words and rushed to their way
Some sat for a while
I got closer to them slowly / TOO CLOSE / they walked away
I sat there, watching the light in the other side of hall
When it turns dark, I listen the music in my heart
I heard a voice, reading my words
Those words came from darkness,
I see the smile on their faces
They are dancing in the music
Enjoy the different view in the silent world.
it was the first time he knew “word”
When he was thirty-six years old, it was the first time he knew “word”
(His third birthday, his first one was twelve years old.)
Mother opened the case, He felt sun shine.
Mom gave him a pen as a birthday present.
He had no idea how to use it.
“ You must use it with word. Word is a kind of speaking.
We apply different meaning to words, such as what we see or how we feel.”
“Is it a kind of toy?”
“Almost the same, try it.”
She held his hand to write his name: S-C- H-U-B-E-R-T.
The wall soon filled with his own words .
“Mom, I need another empty suitcase”.
She gave him pieces of paper.
He wrote down everything he saw, suitcase, floor, wall, room, mother, mother’s clothes, her eyes, her lips, her kissing, the sunshine, the window, and the wind.
He started to face the mirror to write about himself, his eyes, his noise, his hand, and his pen…. when he finished all he can write, he began to take his words apart.
He used the part of words to rebuild an empty suitcase and broke the words to rebuild a wood factory, a forest, a tree, a seed, and a soil…
He deconstructed everything he wrote.
He deconstructed the drafts, which are as high as ceiling.
He reduced the height of them, little by little, to a piece of blank paper.
How amazing! After twenty years, I wrote a blank page.
Now, he wants to write a story about how people review an unwritten book and how it disappears
(His third birthday, his first one was twelve years old.)
Mother opened the case, He felt sun shine.
Mom gave him a pen as a birthday present.
He had no idea how to use it.
“ You must use it with word. Word is a kind of speaking.
We apply different meaning to words, such as what we see or how we feel.”
“Is it a kind of toy?”
“Almost the same, try it.”
She held his hand to write his name: S-C- H-U-B-E-R-T.
The wall soon filled with his own words .
“Mom, I need another empty suitcase”.
She gave him pieces of paper.
He wrote down everything he saw, suitcase, floor, wall, room, mother, mother’s clothes, her eyes, her lips, her kissing, the sunshine, the window, and the wind.
He started to face the mirror to write about himself, his eyes, his noise, his hand, and his pen…. when he finished all he can write, he began to take his words apart.
He used the part of words to rebuild an empty suitcase and broke the words to rebuild a wood factory, a forest, a tree, a seed, and a soil…
He deconstructed everything he wrote.
He deconstructed the drafts, which are as high as ceiling.
He reduced the height of them, little by little, to a piece of blank paper.
How amazing! After twenty years, I wrote a blank page.
Now, he wants to write a story about how people review an unwritten book and how it disappears
He spends his life in his mother’s suitcase
He spends his life in his mother’s suitcase.
He doesn’t know he has father.
Or I should say, he doesn’t know what the meaning of father is.
Sometimes mother told him, I plucked a “ father” on road.
He pictured the “father” a thing growing up on the road, staying there and keeping silence.
“Mother, what is pluck?” He asked, “Pluck is to take a small part from a whole, such as plucking a flower from a plant” mother answered, “What is flower? What is plant?”
“ I forget you’ve never seen a plant or a flower. For example, if I were a plant and you would be a flower. You were part of me before you were born.
“ I got it. What kind of finger plucks me off you?
Mother only use one kind of perfume, so he believes there is one kind of smell of perfume. He can’t imagine other kind of smell. When he smells himself, he wonders he has two bodies or two souls.
He spends his life in his mother’s suitcase.
Suitcase contains all of his understanding of the world.
Even bigger, like his mother’s bedroom (his mother never walks out the room).
Mother only spends few seconds to walk from this side to other side of the world.
The world is a small place, and has two things—him and his mother, a plant and a flower.
If there are other things, they must be a thing with four eyes and eight legs.
Every time the suitcase opens, he sees mother’s smile.
He doesn’t know there is a word called “sad “in the world.
He doesn’t know he has father.
Or I should say, he doesn’t know what the meaning of father is.
Sometimes mother told him, I plucked a “ father” on road.
He pictured the “father” a thing growing up on the road, staying there and keeping silence.
“Mother, what is pluck?” He asked, “Pluck is to take a small part from a whole, such as plucking a flower from a plant” mother answered, “What is flower? What is plant?”
“ I forget you’ve never seen a plant or a flower. For example, if I were a plant and you would be a flower. You were part of me before you were born.
“ I got it. What kind of finger plucks me off you?
Mother only use one kind of perfume, so he believes there is one kind of smell of perfume. He can’t imagine other kind of smell. When he smells himself, he wonders he has two bodies or two souls.
He spends his life in his mother’s suitcase.
Suitcase contains all of his understanding of the world.
Even bigger, like his mother’s bedroom (his mother never walks out the room).
Mother only spends few seconds to walk from this side to other side of the world.
The world is a small place, and has two things—him and his mother, a plant and a flower.
If there are other things, they must be a thing with four eyes and eight legs.
Every time the suitcase opens, he sees mother’s smile.
He doesn’t know there is a word called “sad “in the world.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Word Count Marathon
One
Opening. Closing. See. Smell. Taste. Hear
Two
The cause. The effect.
Three
Walking to sound. Talk to me. Listen to me.
Four
When I was walking. I had to go. It was not fair. Leave me alone please. Watch yourself now kid. Let go of me. Don't talk to me. Don't listen to me. Please leave here now. Turn the light off. When I was walking. Four steps further out. One two, three, four.
And then you asked. You asked me back. I wouldn't listen then. I just kept walking. I held the keys. I felt the shimmering. I felt by myself. I couldn't help trying. We want to talk. Walking separately is nice. Don’t hold my hand.
Five
It wasn't exactly true then. I counted the steps up / the steps down / watch the sun rise / watch the sun fall / did it while sleeping. One, two, three, four, five.
I wasn't keeping count really. I just kept watching you. You give up quickly. I give up quickly. Let’s just stay in bed.
Six
Now it’s getting harder to wake. I know you can help now. Six is more than five. I need an extra finger. I wore my shoes out walking
Seven
This is my favorite part of years. I really wasn’t looking forward to this. There it was all of sudden. I counted backward as I breathed in. Seven six Five Four Three Two One. Breathe in, breathe out Hold the clouds move .listen to them as they change. started crying it was so beautiful. Watching the wind go by. You can see everything but wind.
Everyone else was looking up at it. I looked down at the shadows forming. Eight. It’s all a little less persistent these days. Time doesn’t want me so much. It falls behind me when I’m sleeping well. I didn’t mean what I just said. What I really meant, I don’t know if I can do this. I’m not sure if I know anything really.
A dog. Never pick up crap over again. I was going to collect the fallen apples. I will take any of apples waiting. They call out whispering. Try to ignore the persistence of objects. I try to forget the absence of time. How many years does it take you to forget. One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight.
Nine. And so it began that on the ninth day. You would not have asked had I been so. I wouldn’t have been so anxious to transcribe it. And then there was that thing about the sky. How it opened up to you, called you up. You seemed so happy those days. But how could I tell as I was gone. Too much of this has to do with transpiring.
Not enough of it with the actual act of one two three four five six seven eight nine.
It had truly become a forgotten garden back there. I only opened the window after I knew nothing.
Opening. Closing. See. Smell. Taste. Hear
Two
The cause. The effect.
Three
Walking to sound. Talk to me. Listen to me.
Four
When I was walking. I had to go. It was not fair. Leave me alone please. Watch yourself now kid. Let go of me. Don't talk to me. Don't listen to me. Please leave here now. Turn the light off. When I was walking. Four steps further out. One two, three, four.
And then you asked. You asked me back. I wouldn't listen then. I just kept walking. I held the keys. I felt the shimmering. I felt by myself. I couldn't help trying. We want to talk. Walking separately is nice. Don’t hold my hand.
Five
It wasn't exactly true then. I counted the steps up / the steps down / watch the sun rise / watch the sun fall / did it while sleeping. One, two, three, four, five.
I wasn't keeping count really. I just kept watching you. You give up quickly. I give up quickly. Let’s just stay in bed.
Six
Now it’s getting harder to wake. I know you can help now. Six is more than five. I need an extra finger. I wore my shoes out walking
Seven
This is my favorite part of years. I really wasn’t looking forward to this. There it was all of sudden. I counted backward as I breathed in. Seven six Five Four Three Two One. Breathe in, breathe out Hold the clouds move .listen to them as they change. started crying it was so beautiful. Watching the wind go by. You can see everything but wind.
Everyone else was looking up at it. I looked down at the shadows forming. Eight. It’s all a little less persistent these days. Time doesn’t want me so much. It falls behind me when I’m sleeping well. I didn’t mean what I just said. What I really meant, I don’t know if I can do this. I’m not sure if I know anything really.
A dog. Never pick up crap over again. I was going to collect the fallen apples. I will take any of apples waiting. They call out whispering. Try to ignore the persistence of objects. I try to forget the absence of time. How many years does it take you to forget. One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight.
Nine. And so it began that on the ninth day. You would not have asked had I been so. I wouldn’t have been so anxious to transcribe it. And then there was that thing about the sky. How it opened up to you, called you up. You seemed so happy those days. But how could I tell as I was gone. Too much of this has to do with transpiring.
Not enough of it with the actual act of one two three four five six seven eight nine.
It had truly become a forgotten garden back there. I only opened the window after I knew nothing.
勿忘初衷, 愛你原來的模樣
Mark Strand, Lines For Winter
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself --
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones playas you keep going.
And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
這輩子我要為自己變成一個我喜歡的女人,
一個愛自己的女人並不是要表現在自信、獨立或女性主義上,
而是那些對自己的理解跟包容—張懸說的
當你全力以赴時，很容易不小心忘了最初的感動，
勿忘初衷, 愛你原來的模樣
Tell yourself
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
that you will go on
walking, hearing
the same tune no matter where
you find yourself --
inside the dome of dark
or under the cracking white
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
Tonight as it gets cold
tell yourself
what you know which is nothing
but the tune your bones playas you keep going.
And you will be able
for once to lie down under the small fire
of winter stars.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
這輩子我要為自己變成一個我喜歡的女人,
一個愛自己的女人並不是要表現在自信、獨立或女性主義上,
而是那些對自己的理解跟包容—張懸說的
當你全力以赴時，很容易不小心忘了最初的感動，
勿忘初衷, 愛你原來的模樣
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I’ m not here. I'm not there.
I’ m not here. I'm not there. 你說發生過的就會繼續發生?
闖進13樓的無聲電影，你驚覺雪落的理由
球鞋奔跑的理由，我們看過彩色的夢
漆黑之後，詩很大 ，是這樣子沒有錯
對，有些無聲話語，只有做夢的人聽得見
闖進13樓的無聲電影，你驚覺雪落的理由
球鞋奔跑的理由，我們看過彩色的夢
漆黑之後，詩很大 ，是這樣子沒有錯
對，有些無聲話語，只有做夢的人聽得見
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
用你借來的愛情故事，在北美館
美術館的小姐特地打電話來說，你展出的愛情故事書快到期了，跟你約時間拿一個新的來換，或者你可以像其他人ㄧ樣在網路上renew。 上次去圖書館挑了4本都一起過期，現在想不出新的去換，愛情故事到期了，展出一直繼續著。
借來的愛情故事＃1 1999年的愛情故事【黑色鑲金】羅智成短詩 >> 書後有一封給讀者的情書：我困坐在書桌前，有時忙碌、有時冷清、有時疏離自私、有時狂熱浪漫。但，我總是無暇顧及別人；不管在生活中，或書寫時....但，為什麼，總有一些閱讀的時候，我們如此親密？....我們極為相像的部份，有時是一種心情或心境吧？更根本的，是一種對自己的堅持與關愛吧？一種對自己、對自己持續的、意識的、深刻的關心與省察。因為，我們如此介意自己的存在。與存在的品質。.....我們其實是某一種族群，遺傳或傳染到某一耽美或偏值得基因。在舉世唯一的方塊字系統中，偷偷寄生著我們的方言。.....這個族群，雖然大部份時候寒暄、對話一如他們；但總有一些時刻，又渴望與更完整、更好的自己相處。....詩或其它創作，是我與可能更好的自己的一種寂寞的結盟，對抗無視於你的存在、你的感受與你的意義的，時間...從自己之外走向自己之外。從時間之外走進時間之內。....那到底是一個樂園的尋獲或失落，迄今我仍無從判斷。......而奇妙的是，你怎麼還在？而且一直讀到這裡？當有人長大、離去、忘記..在文字的兩端、不管是讀是寫那一端，是不是總有人，總在一些時候，我們彼此貼聽著自己？
借來的愛情故事＃2 love story for 2004【The Red Tree】Shaun Tan（陳志勇）sometimes the day begins with nothing to look forward to and things go from bad to worse darkness overcomes you nobody understands ﹍sometimes you wait and wait and wait and wait but nothing ever happens﹍sometimes you just don't know what you are supposed to do or who you meant to be or where you are and the day seems to end the way it began but suddenly there it is right front of you bright vivd quietly waiting just as you imagined it would be
借來的愛情故事＃3 2008年的愛情故事 【爺爺的天使】Jutter Bauer 爺爺累了，他閉上了眼睛，我輕輕的走出去。外面的天氣依舊溫暖明亮！
借來的愛情故事＃4 >> 展出中
借來的愛情故事＃1 1999年的愛情故事【黑色鑲金】羅智成短詩 >> 書後有一封給讀者的情書：我困坐在書桌前，有時忙碌、有時冷清、有時疏離自私、有時狂熱浪漫。但，我總是無暇顧及別人；不管在生活中，或書寫時....但，為什麼，總有一些閱讀的時候，我們如此親密？....我們極為相像的部份，有時是一種心情或心境吧？更根本的，是一種對自己的堅持與關愛吧？一種對自己、對自己持續的、意識的、深刻的關心與省察。因為，我們如此介意自己的存在。與存在的品質。.....我們其實是某一種族群，遺傳或傳染到某一耽美或偏值得基因。在舉世唯一的方塊字系統中，偷偷寄生著我們的方言。.....這個族群，雖然大部份時候寒暄、對話一如他們；但總有一些時刻，又渴望與更完整、更好的自己相處。....詩或其它創作，是我與可能更好的自己的一種寂寞的結盟，對抗無視於你的存在、你的感受與你的意義的，時間...從自己之外走向自己之外。從時間之外走進時間之內。....那到底是一個樂園的尋獲或失落，迄今我仍無從判斷。......而奇妙的是，你怎麼還在？而且一直讀到這裡？當有人長大、離去、忘記..在文字的兩端、不管是讀是寫那一端，是不是總有人，總在一些時候，我們彼此貼聽著自己？
借來的愛情故事＃2 love story for 2004【The Red Tree】Shaun Tan（陳志勇）sometimes the day begins with nothing to look forward to and things go from bad to worse darkness overcomes you nobody understands ﹍sometimes you wait and wait and wait and wait but nothing ever happens﹍sometimes you just don't know what you are supposed to do or who you meant to be or where you are and the day seems to end the way it began but suddenly there it is right front of you bright vivd quietly waiting just as you imagined it would be
借來的愛情故事＃3 2008年的愛情故事 【爺爺的天使】Jutter Bauer 爺爺累了，他閉上了眼睛，我輕輕的走出去。外面的天氣依舊溫暖明亮！
借來的愛情故事＃4 >> 展出中
Friday, September 25, 2009
更美好的年代 The making of " La Jeunesse"
很久沒有自己動手做書了。偶爾去張老闆的鑄字行，不自覺在鉛字堆裡摸著粗粗細細的筆畫，總會想起油墨的味道，紙的觸感，光是在紙行挑紙就要琢磨很久。有次選了灰色硬紙板作封面，教授反覆地摸著紙說，這張紙說出了你故事裡的情感。
最近發現了這本書：更美好的年代 手製文具創作筆記 ，香港 kubrick 出版，用的是一樣的硬紙板，這紙我在台灣美術社找了好多間，都找不著，這是一本介紹" La Jeunesse" 手製文具的創作筆記，前半部描述這個品牌的手製文具作品，後半部以插畫描繪做書的過程，還可以看到拼版、製版、打號碼這些傳統印製過程，搭配漫畫家智海別有特色的插畫。
還記得前幾期商業週刊大篇幅介紹 “電子書世代來臨"，這是時代發展不可避免的技術進步。轉述書裡面一段話: 我想"La Jeunesse"的作品傳統到一個地步，假設你把這本練習簿放在賣舊書、賣古董收藏物的店舖，說這是流傳自五十年代的產物，技術上和美學上是完全可信的。但我不是要扮ㄧ樣舊的東西，亦不是要復刻一件舊的東西，也不是要懷舊。這是一種傳統的延續。我不是要做一件exactly五十年代的東西，而是想再讓它發展下去。
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
一年之初 >> 鄭有傑
我好喜歡你，可是你都不知道。（一年之初導演 鄭有傑）
當這一句話從小璦（張榕容飾演）嘴裡說出來的時候，我決定不再忍耐，我縮在戲院的椅子裡，壓低聲音偷偷痛哭了一場。好簡單又好純粹的一句話，但這句話被拍成電影的時候，我才知道它如此美麗又稍縱即逝，而我已經來不及再說這句話。彷彿回到了十七歲。好久沒有這種感覺：整顆心揪在一起，好疼。
想要待在你身邊，就算你不知道我喜歡你也好，就算你老是跟我談你喜歡的人，卻不知道我聽的時候心有多痛也好。我只想待在你旁邊，聽你講話，看你笑，看你天馬行空的亂講一通。我頂多只會拿你的手，放在我肚子上，感受你手掌的溫暖，假裝很無所謂的說「你的手好暖喔。」但我卻偷偷努力的將現在的感覺刻畫在心裡面。從你手掌傳來的溫暖，像太陽一樣，我不想忘記，我會永遠記得。
因為我好喜歡你，雖然，你都不知道。我願意為你作一切的事情，只要能夠待在你身邊，只要能夠看到你的笑。我願意為了你把蛋糕作的很漂亮很好吃，我甚至可以為了你幫你追你喜歡的人，因為我真的好喜歡你，就算，你都不知道。
誰說十七歲的煩惱就不算煩惱？十七歲的時候我們可以如此毫無保留的喜歡上一個人。十七歲的時候，我們好勇敢，可以奮不顧身的為喜歡的人偷偷痛那麼久，搞得遍體鱗傷，卻無法鼓起最後那一點勇氣告訴他「我喜歡你，我真的好喜歡你。」十七歲的時候，喜歡上一個人不需要任何理由。深信遠古的時候人類是兩兩黏在一起的說法，深信喜歡上的人就是那另外一半，不管他的年紀、他的職業、他的性別，深信我們曾經是黏在一起的同一個人，不然，我怎麼會那麼喜歡你？只是，你都不知道。
這部電影拍出了我的秘密，也許，也是你的秘密。如果你也跟我一樣，曾經來不及說出那句話：「我好喜歡你，我真的好喜歡你，可是你都不知道。」
Monday, June 22, 2009
昔字．惜字．習字
在letterpress的課程中認識字體的個性及在不同時代背景的演變
letterpress在數位出版印刷前，是平面溝通的主要媒介，發展至今已經超過500年的歷史，因為不同的時代背景需求產生不同的字體結構，在印刷還未發明之前，一般都是由抄寫員徒手製造書籍和文件，直到十五世紀初，由德國人古騰堡(Johannes Gutenberg)發明了活版字，而活版印刷的出現，讓書籍得以大量生產，早期的字體結構接近手寫體，筆畫的粗細結構接近古典傳統的字體設計，到了十九世紀工業革命和大眾消費的興起， 因應大量廣告設計的需求，設計出各種不同比例、重量(粗細)和裝飾樣式的字體，與圖像產生對話關係。同時也有一些藝術家試圖打破這種同質性，將letterpress運用在詩、藝術創作與限量書籍中，用其獨特的藝術觀點， 展現技術應用的多元性，緊接著Bauhaus設計學院的成立，致力於同時擁抱藝術與科技，以幾何結構、功能理性的需求發展字體設計，也建立了許多沿用至今的平面設計準則＊
＊目前平面排版軟體中應用的設計準則，由傳統的鉛字印刷衍生而來，例如字體的大小 (point) 來自於實際鉛字塊的高度，leading 行與行間距，將鉛條 lead 放在2行文字間
Designing=Planning
電腦排版比letterpress更能靈活設計出多變的圖文效果， 很可惜我們擁有這些技能， 卻總是急著把事情完成，相反的，與letterpress互動的過程中，從揀字開始，直接接觸到字的形體，字體本身的重量，材質， 味道，產生獨特的觸感，在排字的過程，觸摸到每個字間的距離感， 感受字的移動，每個字母與所組成的字彙間的距離關係， 必須不停地檢查調整，聚精會神地注意顛倒的字體，注意時時刻刻會發生的失誤，對字的斷句，每一行的停頓， 段落間的協調與穩定性都在做判斷，逐漸養成對文字排版的視覺敏銳度，接著墨色的濃淡調配，墨量的控制，放在印刷機台上，左右留白空間的計算， 每印一次，必須檢查字體是否因壓力而磨損或斷裂，這些一絲不苟的流程要求， 每一個微小細節的專注與嚴謹， 完美精準計算與工藝技術的完美搭配呈現，都是造成letterpress印刷品質獨特優美的原因，也是設計師養成的最佳訓練 。
在印出的作品中，每一個字單獨接觸到墨色，咬住紙張的痕跡，造成頁面的空間感， letterpress結合機械理性的精密計畫與製作過程的手工勞力， 背後的創意、花費的時間和精力，都在作品上留下獨特的印記，而讀者也能透過痕跡碰觸到作者細膩的巧思安排。
感受字體的體溫
在鑄字行裡，看到字的原型被雕刻出， 翻製成母模 （字母)，再經過高溫鑄造，在印刷的過程裡，揀字, 排字, 一再試印調整，一直被注視著，一個字裡，隱藏了許多有獨特感覺的雙手和雙眼，同時也凝鑄了在有限的時空裡，創作者思考著如何在有效率印出文字的美好質感，既安靜又熱情像智慧挑戰的溫度。
語言文化是一個民族的重要資產，特別台灣保留了傳統中文書寫系統，字體的流傳更記錄了歷史時空獨特的發展，在數位出版的趨勢下，也因為天天使用數位科技溝通，漸漸失去對字的意義和造字之美的感受力，透過中文活字印刷的保留與推廣，除了讓民眾體驗無形的思想形成有形的文字的過程，建立對字體的認識與欣賞，同時在印刷緩慢的過程中，重新發現這些一筆一畫，感受字體的聲音與溫度，摸清楚這些字背後的故事，最後帶走記錄這段互動對話所留下的獨特壓痕。
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
文字伸展操
最近在想一個文案, 快想破頭了, 需要輕鬆一下, 想到指導教授教我的文字伸展操
想10個名詞
徬徨
優雅
完美
時光
青春
勇氣
自由
冒險
浪漫
節奏
想一個職業【裁縫師】, 和他有關的動詞
修改
縫補
熨燙
裁剪
繪製
訂做
刺
點綴
用以上的動詞與名詞組合成句
徬徨剪散一整年的熟悉
青春訂做一下午的陽光
自由裁剪明日的甜蜜
冒險熨燙某年某月某日某時某分某秒某人某地某種的心情
優雅縫補冬天的下午
完美點綴地圖的座標
浪漫刺進晴朗的沙漠
節奏繪製夏日的草原
時光量身公車前座始終未回頭的影子
想10個名詞
徬徨
優雅
完美
時光
青春
勇氣
自由
冒險
浪漫
節奏
想一個職業【裁縫師】, 和他有關的動詞
修改
縫補
熨燙
裁剪
繪製
訂做
刺
點綴
用以上的動詞與名詞組合成句
徬徨剪散一整年的熟悉
青春訂做一下午的陽光
自由裁剪明日的甜蜜
冒險熨燙某年某月某日某時某分某秒某人某地某種的心情
優雅縫補冬天的下午
完美點綴地圖的座標
浪漫刺進晴朗的沙漠
節奏繪製夏日的草原
時光量身公車前座始終未回頭的影子
Monday, May 18, 2009
你現在那邊幾點?
進入電影院, 坐下來, 一邊吃爆米花一邊看電影, 電影像紐約的地下鐵, 不斷進行
不管進場時電影情節已演到哪裡, 坐下去的瞬間就是開始的時間, 也是我們的子午線的起點, 我們看到終場, 可是電影的終場也是另外一條子午線, 我們的電影還有半場沒看完, 我們接著看完卡通, 新聞和預告片,這些既不是簡介, 也不是預告片, 而是故事情節的中斷, 對我們而言, 開場字幕是在中段出現, 結局是早已知道的, 懸疑之處在於獲知它的開始方式, 像我們這樣進場的觀眾都會拼湊出情節不同的電影, 當影片重新回到他們開始坐下來看的地方, 他們就離開了, 這裡成為他們的劇終, 每個觀眾都依據他個人的起點看了相同的電影, 從不同的情節進入, 也有不同程度的了解, 有的觀眾在別人嚴肅時開懷大笑, 有的在柔情萬千或緊張懸疑的時候竊笑
電影只有一部, 十部或是無限？
海明威著名的風格完全否定了連續性; 他將時間拆成碎片, 逐句表達: 細雨朦朧。雨水從棕櫚樹上低下。碎石路的坑洞積滿雨水。海風隨著雨滴飄進來又飄回海邊, 然後再度隨著雨滴飄進。汽車從戰爭紀念碑的旁邊離開廣場。對面咖啡店門口台階上站著的侍者茫然地看著空曠的廣場。 …….在這些句子—活動停格而由自我意識滲進打斷連續性—結結巴巴敘述的同時, 時間都伴隨在旁。 海明威早期小說中的人物都沒有時間因素, 他們只是模式的一部分, 但不屬於這個世間。這些簡單, 重複而動作的句子, 都是生命逐漸失去的節拍聲。他的句子伸向永遠退縮中的未來, 似乎想要抓住什麼
不管進場時電影情節已演到哪裡, 坐下去的瞬間就是開始的時間, 也是我們的子午線的起點, 我們看到終場, 可是電影的終場也是另外一條子午線, 我們的電影還有半場沒看完, 我們接著看完卡通, 新聞和預告片,這些既不是簡介, 也不是預告片, 而是故事情節的中斷, 對我們而言, 開場字幕是在中段出現, 結局是早已知道的, 懸疑之處在於獲知它的開始方式, 像我們這樣進場的觀眾都會拼湊出情節不同的電影, 當影片重新回到他們開始坐下來看的地方, 他們就離開了, 這裡成為他們的劇終, 每個觀眾都依據他個人的起點看了相同的電影, 從不同的情節進入, 也有不同程度的了解, 有的觀眾在別人嚴肅時開懷大笑, 有的在柔情萬千或緊張懸疑的時候竊笑
電影只有一部, 十部或是無限？
海明威著名的風格完全否定了連續性; 他將時間拆成碎片, 逐句表達: 細雨朦朧。雨水從棕櫚樹上低下。碎石路的坑洞積滿雨水。海風隨著雨滴飄進來又飄回海邊, 然後再度隨著雨滴飄進。汽車從戰爭紀念碑的旁邊離開廣場。對面咖啡店門口台階上站著的侍者茫然地看著空曠的廣場。 …….在這些句子—活動停格而由自我意識滲進打斷連續性—結結巴巴敘述的同時, 時間都伴隨在旁。 海明威早期小說中的人物都沒有時間因素, 他們只是模式的一部分, 但不屬於這個世間。這些簡單, 重複而動作的句子, 都是生命逐漸失去的節拍聲。他的句子伸向永遠退縮中的未來, 似乎想要抓住什麼
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
抓住詩的尾巴
When she was growing up in rural Virginia, she would be out working in the field. She would like feel and hear a poem coming after her from over landscape, like thunderness train of air and would come bearing down on her over the landscape. She felt the coming. It was like shake the earth under her feet. She knew she only has one thing to do at that point. She ‘s like run like hell to the house. She’s been chased by the poem. She has to get a piece of paper and pen fast enough so when the thunder through her she can collect it and grab it on the page, and other times, she wouldn’t be fast enough, she would be running and running and she wouldn’t get the house, the poem would like trundle through her, she would miss it, and it would continue on to cross the landscape and looking for another poet. There’s a moment when she was almost miss it, she would be running to house, she’s looking for a piece of paper, and the poem passing through her. She grasp a pencil, just it’s going through, she would reach out another hand, and she would catch it, she would catch the poem by its tail, she would pull it backward into her body, transcribing on the pages. The poem would come up on the page perfect and intact, but backward, from the last word to the first.
http://dxmonline.com/html/V10/mainList.aspx?ObjKind=ted >> 點選"與天才攜手合作"
原影片連結：http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html
http://dxmonline.com/html/V10/mainList.aspx?ObjKind=ted >> 點選"與天才攜手合作"
原影片連結：http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html
Monday, April 20, 2009
也許，你在進行的是一件測量工作
也許，你在進行的是一件測量工作
那從不曾被繪製在人類任何一位偉大繪製師或航海家的地圖上
我記得，在我還記得一切時寫下，害怕不能再讀進任何文字。我記得她坐在牆角的樣子，是她變了，還是她看我變了。
我記得他離家出走，黑暗中走出來的人影，他是醒著嗎?
我在找一張紙，一張很薄的，形狀特殊的紙，開始對自己說話，很多事記不得了，不是剛剛才說過的話嗎?
(我們走了很遠很遠，我們對我們所在的位置越來越不解……)
我們是靠著自己的記憶活著，這裡面有我們在生活中做到的行為，或者應該做而沒有做的行為，還有為了記憶這一切而選擇的行為，這就是我們。
喂！有人在嗎？ 我小心翼翼，試圖往那龐大雕塑廣場裡摸索解釋，不是我，那真的不是我做的，我只是路過。
任意穿梭不同故事樓層，或是私密傳說與虛構敘事的雙螺旋梯塔結構，這裡是哪裡?
那從不曾被繪製在人類任何一位偉大繪製師或航海家的地圖上
我記得，在我還記得一切時寫下，害怕不能再讀進任何文字。我記得她坐在牆角的樣子，是她變了，還是她看我變了。
我記得他離家出走，黑暗中走出來的人影，他是醒著嗎?
我在找一張紙，一張很薄的，形狀特殊的紙，開始對自己說話，很多事記不得了，不是剛剛才說過的話嗎?
(我們走了很遠很遠，我們對我們所在的位置越來越不解……)
我們是靠著自己的記憶活著，這裡面有我們在生活中做到的行為，或者應該做而沒有做的行為，還有為了記憶這一切而選擇的行為，這就是我們。
喂！有人在嗎？ 我小心翼翼，試圖往那龐大雕塑廣場裡摸索解釋，不是我，那真的不是我做的，我只是路過。
任意穿梭不同故事樓層，或是私密傳說與虛構敘事的雙螺旋梯塔結構，這裡是哪裡?
Friday, April 17, 2009
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